Another Time, Another Place Page #7

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I've turned the clock backwards

and fooled time.

I'm putting together

all the years I missed.

They belong to me now.

It's so vivid, Sara, and alive.

I think I've done enough for today.

Strange, you're even showing him

in a light that I hadn't seen before.

I've been trying to get

every side of his character.

You've done more than that.

You see, his work in London...

first of all took him away from me...

and then his death

seemed to make it final.

But now you're bringing him back.

I'll answer it.

Hello.

Good morning, young man.

Is Mrs. Trevor in?

She's gone shopping.

But Miss Scott is here.

Would you go and tell her

there's someone to see her?

Yes, sir.

There's someone to see you.

- She's coming.

- Thank you.

- Carter!

- Hello, Sara.

When did you...

I just got off the train from London.

You look fine, Sara.

The air here must agree with you.

I'm sorry.

I should have wired you I was all right.

I was planning to come over

again anyway.

I thought while I was here I'd pick

you up and take you back with me.

Now that you've lost

your sense of direction...

I don't want to let you out of my sight.

Well, I can't leave just yet.

Maybe in a few days.

I understand

this was Mark Trevor's house.

Yes.

His wife and son still live here,

don't they?

Carter, I didn't plan to stay.

I only wanted to look at the village

and the house, and then go.

- That was some time ago.

- Yes, I'm still here.

So that's what he looked like, huh?

I never met him in London.

I didn't think I'd ever have the chance

to see him, or his wife.

I suppose it's foolish of me to ask

if she knows who you are.

- She doesn't know.

- Sara, what are you doing?

Waiting around for her to find out?

- I said I was leaving soon.

- What's holding you?

I have something to finish.

Carter, this is Kay Trevor.

This is Carter Reynolds.

- How do you do?

- How do you do?

Carter's my boss.

He owns the paper I work on.

I hope you're not going to take her away.

We were just talking about it.

We may have to close down if we

don't get Sara's column going again.

I'm sure that's true.

She's a wonderful writer.

One of the best.

Have you told Mr. Reynolds

about the work you've been doing here?

No, I haven't had time.

What work is that?

Kay's husband was a broadcaster

with the BBC.

He was killed in an aeroplane accident

just before the end of the war.

I'm sorry to hear that.

And I'm helping to make the broadcasts

into a book.

I see.

Sara's spent hours gathering

information about my husband's life.

That's very interesting.

I'd like to see what you've done.

Well, it won't be finished for a few days.

- I suppose you'll be going then.

- Yes.

I'm afraid she might even have

to finish it in New York.

I'm going to miss her.

I'm sure you will.

- Can you stay to dinner, Mr. Reynolds?

- I'd be delighted.

- Are you sure it won't be trouble?

- Not at all.

Didn't you say you had work

to do this evening, Carter?

Nothing important. I'll just send

a few cables and come back.

Good. Let's have a party.

I'll get hold of Alan.

And I must check the larder.

- Carter, I want you to get out of here.

- That's what I want to do.

- As soon as you're ready, we'll go.

- I can't leave yet.

Why not?

You can finish your work in New York.

Kay asked me to help with

the broadcasts. I'm doing it for her!

- Sara, you can think faster than that.

- It's true.

You're just doing a job of work, eh?

Nothing personal?

All right, since we're pressed for time,

I'll tell you what I'll do:

I'll help you with them.

I'm a pretty good writer.

I don't need your help.

Is it too private?

Please, Carter, leave me alone.

Sara, I didn't come 3,000 miles to say

hello. I came to take you back with me.

Say goodbye to Mrs. Trevor for me.

I'll be back for dinner.

What was your job during the war,

Mr. Thompson?

I was with the BBC.

- Is that so?

- Alan worked with my husband.

- I see.

- Outside broadcasting.

I was Mark's assistant.

Must have been very exciting work.

It was, sometimes.

Mrs. Trevor tells me

that she and Sara...

are turning some of her husband's

broadcasts into a book.

- That's right.

- Are you helping them with it?

No.

I'd have thought Mr. Thompson

might be helpful.

He could give you

valuable technical advice.

I can still use it.

I don't know that I could find the time.

Don't you think the book's a good idea?

Oh yes, fine.

How long will you be in England,

Mr. Reynolds?

Only a short while this trip.

I wish I could stay longer.

I'd like to watch London

recovering itself, starting to live again...

without the blackout.

They must have a wonderful

sense of freedom there now.

Did you spend time in London

during the war?

Hardly at all.

I had to stay here in St. Giles

to keep Brian away from the raids.

There wasn't anyone to look after him

but myself...

so I was pretty well stuck here.

I'm not sure that isn't

the greatest cruelty of war:

The separation of people,

husbands and wives.

Yes, the waiting for the mail

to arrive each day.

Most of the time waiting in fear.

Did your husband manage

to get home often?

Quite often when he started his work,

but not much the last months.

Nobody had time then.

I suppose not.

They were hectic days for everyone.

Yes, I know. I don't think I've ever felt...

as lonely as I felt then.

When Mark first began

on his broadcasts...

his letters used to be full of excitement.

Everything he saw stimulated him...

and he would write to me

so that I would feel part of it.

And then towards the end,

the letters got less frequent.

Just short notes.

I think he was under

some terrible strain.

Yes. We all were.

Did you say there was some brandy?

Yes. I forgot about it.

- Come and help me with the glasses.

- Right.

What are you trying to do, Carter?

If you don't know, Sara, I didn't succeed.

You think I don't feel guilty enough,

is that it?

Because Mark was with me during those

days, that I kept him away from her?

I want you to stop trying to take him

away from her again.

- I'm not trying to...

- Sara, can't you see it?

I'd like to propose a toast.

- Mr. Reynolds.

- Thank you.

To Sara.

- Landlord.

- Sir?

- Do you have some telegraph blanks?

- I'm sure we have some somewhere.

- Mr. Reynolds?

- Hello, there. Sit down.

- Thanks.

- Have a drink?

- Here you are, Mr. Reynolds.

- Thank you.

- What will you have?

- I'll have a beer, please.

- Make it two.

- Two beers, sir. Certainly.

What's on you mind?

If you've got a minute,

I'd like to talk to you about last night.

What's bothering you, Mr. Thompson?

Sara. Why did you let her

come down here?

Let her come?

I instructed one of my employees...

to put her on a ship for New York.

Maybe he didn't understand,

because she missed it.

- She won't miss the next one.

- Can I count on that?

I'm going to put her on it myself.

- Two beers, gentlemen.

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

- Cheers.

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